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I am making great strides on my silky camisole and I really hope to be done with it either tonight or tomorrow. I am to the point at which last time I frogged the whole thing because I thought there were too many holes and looked like crap.

I was talking to colleague at work today who has a son my age who also just graduated this spring. I asked what were his plans, and she said that he's taking a year off, then plans to go back for a masters. And guess what he's doing while he's taking a year off. He's writing a novel. He's on chapter 9!! That was enough to make me realize that if i really want to do and Etsy shop, now is definitely the time to do it. I'm a little down in the dumps because all of my friends are either starting their new jobs as teachers, or going back to school for more. I need to SNAP out of it and capitalize on all of this stress-free time (well, at least it's less than if I were teaching) and MAKE SOMETHING OF IT! I'm still not really sure what to sell, but i did read on Etsy that many people think that their ideas are unoriginal or have all been done before and no one would be interested, but it's really not the case. I'm sure I could make something that other people would find cool.

On my way home from work today, a lady with a long braid asked me how I learned to knit. I told her that my Mom showed me, and when I get stuck I mostly search for videos online on She seemed really excited to learn and said she just got her first pair of needles at Upper Canada Village, as well as some handspun yarn that was super cheap. We parted ways and said we may bump into each other at Ariadne, in St. Henri. What surprised me about the meeting is how thrilled I got when she told me she was going to start knitting! I would love to teach her, though you never know what kind of weirdos you are going to meet on the metro in Montreal.

I made blueberry cake yesterday morning with the fresh blueberries I bought at Atwater Market on Sunday. I used Diana's Melt-in-your-mouth Blueberry Cake (found it on a random google search) and it really was melt in your mouth. Problem is, as usual, I made some changes and one of them was the size and shape of the pan that I was supposed to make it in. it suggests 8x8 but I used an aluminum dog bowl. I found it on the side of the street in Hurley, and Tristan and Mom both thought it was a dog dish. Only problem with baking a blueberry cake in it is that it takes a helluva lot longer to bake. After an hour and half in the oven I decided I couldnt' afford the hydro to make it set in the center. So I just let it cool, and then scooped out the center like seeds from a cantaloup.

I took it outside for it's photo-op, and 3 yellow jackets smelled it before I even cut myself a slice. And I thought I had a sweet tooth.


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